The Tribe
I get distracted by the pot whistling, quickly get out of my chair, move the pot, and turn the stove off before it wakes Eli.
By the time I’ve gotten the mugs out, she’s returned and drops some tea bags I’ve never seen or smelt before into the mugs, pouring water before I can question her about them.
“Drink then I’ll show you.” She says, and so I did. It’s not like I have anything better to do.
After a few sips, she hands me something weird because it was all rolled up, old, delicate, and a little dusty.
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